Our Purposeful Path

In order for the universe to create from a point of perfection it has to honor itself first. The sun must fully shine for itself first, and then and only then can it shine for others. Is taking care of others an excuse not to take care of ones self? Is it an excuse for not doing the things one is destined to do? These are the questions we all must ask ourselves right now as the outside world tries to suck us away from what we see as our path of purpose…. Do we kick and scream to hold onto self? Do we get angry when others try to take our time, our peace, our quiet?

We are continually distracted from what our perfect intentions are. We start each day out knowing what we are to accomplish but by the end of the day that list is still not crossed off…. Demands are so thick you could cook them on a grill…. Are we here for them or us?? Why are we so busy helping others accomplish their dreams their peace their security when we cannot even find our own or even get to our daily wash….

The energies worm there way into our meditations or prayers our affirmations. Why are we being magnetized in to something that we would normally not enter into? Guilt packs us a bag every other day we as we hold on tight to our drowning lives. As one who sees from a higher point of view and understanding you stand perplexed at the top of the mountain of self. looking out over the valley of you. Alas the valley has changed from land to water and there is no path unless you learn to part the seas of life.

We appear to be living several lives at once observing all of them with a grin and a growl. We want to help and be helpful walking others through their dreams with great rescue efforts on our part. We grow tired, as the energies of others dramas grow thicker wrapping them selves around like a squeeze play. Days have grown shorter there is not even enough time to accomplish the bare necessities. You run in circles trying to fill the orders of your life not seeing anything accomplished fully.

Who am I and who am I suppose to be is the loudest prayer. Identifying with who you once were seems an impossible task like fueling up mid-galaxy. The drama of the day changes its clothes every hour leaving much undone and strewn about. You seek to light upon a fence of sturdiness as the life winds come to dismantle your DNA and reality. You question what you have known as truth up to now like an amnesia victim waking up in the wrong family. Do you surrender to what is happening or do you stand and fight for what you have known to be truth. You know you are morphing into someone or something else…. But what? Where is the blueprint the diagram that explains what is happening to you from the inside out.

Is this the ascension being pulled in several directions within a wormhole of confusion? Are you Dorothy or are you the witch as everything swirls around bringing multi-layered past lives back into the picture? Is this real or is this Memorex? The matrix seems to be issuing a tartan of experiences and you are every color and clan. Nature strikes a pose as she opens the door for the unbelievable to become believable. Explanations and signs are of what is to come are layered with codes waiting to be seen. Classes become personalized as you act in your own Creational comedy of errors. Laughter is forgiving. You will see your collages of creation for all they are worth.